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27 December 2018
22:39:46

"just one week."

i silently hoped that this time he would just give me what i needed. it was only a week, nothing more and nothing less. seven days to have him back, a hundred and sixty eight hours to feel as if i was with the same man i had loved three years ago.

one week before he called our marriage off and lived a life on his own, just like how he had always wanted to.

the past days without wooseok were intoxicating in the worst ways possible— it was as if i was stabbing myself with the knives i have sharpened or biting on the poisonous apple that i grew.

"one week after today, i promise i will never bother you anymore. i just need one week."

he was my husband— how ironic that i was asking for a week with him at most, when in fact we had vowed in front of the altar and everyone else to be with each other until death did us apart.

i had a small glimpse of hope as he thought deeply about my words before looking up with the same cold eyes that i hated the most.

"fine."

𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬. / kim wooseokWhere stories live. Discover now